Draco pouted adorably. "But it ruins to mood," he whined. "You have to get up and get your wand and then perform the spell…"

"You don't keep your wands next to your bed?" asked Blaise from the counter, quirking an eyebrow.

"What for?" asked Harry earnestly, sipping at his coffee.

"Oh, I don't know…lubrication maybe?" offered Seamus sarcastically.

Draco grinned proudly. "We prefer tubed."

General snickering ensued, graduated or not, they were still boys at heart.

"Whose turn is it to make breakfast?"  Ron finally asked as his stomach grumbled noisily.

"I thought Dobby was supposed to make us breakfast," Blaise complained with a scrunched up nose.

"We got tired of burnt eggs, and burnt toast and well…burnt everything really. Didn't you notice?" asked Draco curiously.

Blaise's eyes widened. "I knew there was something off about the food! So…who's going to make the breakfast?"

They all glanced around at each other, checking to see who was missing.

"Justin," they said in unison.

"Where is your little huffle-muffin, Shay? You can't honestly tell me he slept through their racket," said Blaise, waving a hand at Harry and Draco.

"We need to make a rule, no shagging before ten am, for the sake of all our sanity," Ron complained.

"You mean for the sake of our insanity," chimed Harry. "Draco will drive us up the wall if he doesn't get his morning shag. It's how he burns all his excess energy."

Draco smacked Harry playfully on the arm and Harry bent over and kissed his neck. Ron rolled his eyes.

"Anyway," said Seamus. "Justin could sleep through anything. He probably won't be up until noon unless someone wakes him up."

They all looked at each other.

"Dobby," they called at the same time.

The house elf appeared in an instant looking at the masters of the house expectantly.

"Could you go wake up Justin?" Harry asked him kindly.

"Of course, Harry Potter, sir, Dobby will go do it right away."

Harry smiled as Dobby disappeared. The presence of the house elf in their newly acquired residence had made them all a lot lazier than they had been previous.

The kitchen was already crowded enough when Justin stumbled in and all but fell into Seamus' lap, laying his head on his lovers shoulder and beginning to snore again.

There was a collective sigh.

"I'd really rather he not cook breakfast if he's going to be collapsing head first into the skillet if you don't mind," said Seamus, kissing Justin's forehead. "I like his face the way it is."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Oh, for Merlin's sake, get up, Draco I'm going to make breakfast."

Draco pouted at losing his warm and squishy seat, but allowed Harry to make his way to the stove. He sat in the chair Harry vacated and crossed his legs with a flourish.

As the pots and pans clicked and clanked near the counter, Ron, still wrapped in Blaise's arms, addressed Justin. "How did that job interview at Flourish and Blotts go, Justin?"

What the blond-haired Hufflepuff responded with was warbled gurgling.

"Would you like me to translate?" asked Seamus with a smirk.

"If you don't mind," said Blaise over Ron's shoulder.

"It went horribly, and he's considering never shopping there again."

"Ah, I see," said Ron.

"You know, Draco…If I royally bugger breakfast because you can't keep your hands to yourself, I'm making sure they blame you, and not me." Harry's voice interrupted the conversation and the others turned to see that Draco, who had never been good at sitting still without Harry, was standing behind Harry kissing along his shoulder whilst Harry was attempting to cook a rather large batch of eggs.

"You're no fun," the silvery-blond complained, but returned to his seat obediently.  

"Actually, speaking of jobs," Harry continued. "I think perhaps a few more of you should get them. We were late on the water bill again…just be glad I convinced the landlord to give us an extra week. I mean, when we got this apartment, I was under the impression that we would all chip in. Not that Ron, Seamus, and I would be solely responsible for the rent."

"But Haa-rry, I can't get a part-time job! It's…plebian," complained Draco.